Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Skatalites to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.